If All The Year Were Playing Holidays;

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks A Vacant Mind!

Holy, Fair, And Wise Is She; The Heaven Such Grace Did Lend Her, That She Might Admired Be.

Be Cheerful; Wipe Thine Eyes: Some Falls Are Means The Happier To Arise

To This Urn Let Those Repair That Are Either True Or Fair; For These Dead Birds Sigh A Prayer.

True, I Talk Of Dreams, Which Are The Children Of An Idle Brain, Begot Of Nothing But Vain Fantasy.